a - Hello Poetry

a Oct 2023

I wish you lived longer, till then i live on in spaces you did

Floating in the air is the delicious smell of alcapurrias, pastelios, morcilla... home, laughter, long nights...
Echos of different radios playing Willie Colon, Celia Cruz, Marc Anthony... which fiesta you tryna go to.
Viejitos sit together, reflect on how long its been, how the neighborhood is changing.. while playing dominoes by the trucks.
It's funny to hear them yelling over eachother, always a game of who's louder.
Never tell them "you're yelling!" tho , because "no mama THIS IS HOW I TALK".
You don't just walk down the streets. You dance. To the rhythm. Hips start to sway. Bachata takes over and you're dancing with 3 others. 1..2..3..hip 1..2..3.. hip
"MY PUERTO RICAN QUEEN. If you can dance infront of everyone you can anything in this world. Never stop dancing."
I love them. Feels safe here. It's home.
The machismo never phased me. It lifted me up.
Faded memories of climbing the rusted bleachers, always daring to catch up with the boys of the block. taking breaks for my cherry piragua. Memories hold me warm as a blanket. Carrying with me never forgetting.

The closest thing to remembering you.
Laughter strikes cause it was so long ago. I was so young, yet I miss the opportunity I could've had. Wish we had a chance. MY viejo. My abuelo. The prettiest princess in the land. The real Cinderella. (Only he would know my favorite memory on Halloween)

a Jun 2023

a form of sense

If I can write a self love letter to myself what would I say?
What would I say?

The person who randomly cries at the push of the button. The woman so insecure the slightest thoughts of anyone or pressure or ideas drives her insane.
The entire world fears her.
She stays frozen scared.
Sometimes steps outside w the help of tequila...
Used to be whiskey. I miss the whiskey days.
Wine is a always. Beer on most.

We even went crazy and chugged malort for a week. This woman? This BOLD crazy hell of a time.. scared?
It's the liqour that helps. Helps her feel normal. You can always blame the liq.
With out shes lost looking for a sense of direction constantly listening to noises which none need to be heard.
Taking it in becoming it. Not knowing what sticks and what slips.
She is the wind blowing across the roof onto the top of the trees.
She's the bunny skipping from yard to yard.
She's the one crying all alone in the room. Sits there and bawls. All day long.

a Sep 2022

The Art Cafe

When surrounded by artists you'll see a vary of characters...

the ones that cannot stand still
dance to every beat in the music
as if no one sees

the fashionista who may I say needs everything her way
she may cause you a headache
but if you fit her vibe
she's the sweetest of them all

the poet who sits alone at the table with their coffee
looking around to see the many faces of the room
who hears words flowing thru their mind 24/7
the poet doesn't speak much just enjoying their coffee

the painter like the poet likes to be alone
watches the many people stroll through
but stares harder, as they are trying to catch every feature
in their facials
the painter loves tea something to soothe the mind

ode to the many characters inside the art cafe

a Dec 2021

cant have one without the other

my heart lives in my ******
so everytime you **** me
I fall a little harder

the lover in me weeps for you
the ***** in me creams for you

but together I dont know how they can meet

my heart lives in my ******
so everytime you eat me out
youre kissing the biggest part of my soul

I try to seperate the two
however I'm a loving *****
**** me like a **** then cuddle me like your baby

my words are too sweet
they scare you away
the love in my whispers doesn't match the **** who screamed your name

you want the *****
without the lover

I just cant separate one another.

a Dec 2021

fight or love

two ravaged hungry animals clinging to each others bodies
hunger turns to thirst and they are now fighting to survive
each piece of their soul is enough to feed
but how much do they take?

their bodies grip tighter their growls get louder

predators are watching as they mark down their prey
the eyes you can never escape